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Saying Goodbye to the Holidays

Saying Goodbye

I think the beginning of January can be one of the saddest times of the year. The holidays are over, you’re several pounds heavier (probably), and life slows back down into the mind numbing repetition of work, home, and sleep. I spent a lot of yesterday contemplating this as I packed away the last of the Christmas decorations and gazed around my barren living room. My husband even noticed the difference; he commented on how empty things looked, which was a little freaky because he said it literally at the same moment I was thinking it. He does that sometimes; he’s either a mind reader or we’re only a few anniversaries away from being that couple who always filters the world through the “we” (i.e. we like the take out from this place best; we are going to read that book this month). We’ll have to come up with some sort of cutesie melding of our names – perhaps Jandy or Andyanna, I’ll work on it and report back to you later.

The other side of this time of year is the “new beginnings”. All of the resolutions and blank canvases to be made and filled. I usually feel a bit smug because I don’t do any of that until my birthday in March, but there is also the “Shit, I only have 3 months to cross things off my list!” The mental beginning of the end. This year those feelings are intensified by a certain amount of discomfort, dare I say anxiety about the impending close of my 20’s. It has been an intense decade, and the view from the other side isn’t quite what I expected it to be. Good thing I have that extra 3 months to get ready, huh?

Image from here.

The Best of 2015

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While I am not going to start worrying about my yearly resolutions until I turn 30 in March, I like to take this time of year and think about what an incredible and busy year 2015 has been. Here are some of the highlights:

  • Participating my very first Color Run – it ended up being even more fun than I’d hoped, and I would really like to do it again next year. Probably with fairy wings and a tutu, you know, for funsies.
  • Spending a long weekend with the Lubattis – Great food, cold weather, lots of laughter, some of my favorite people, and getting to play auntie to two adorable girls? It doesn’t get much better than that.


  • Attending the 3rd annual Maiedae Mixer – Sometimes the task of maintaining your blog can get a bit daunting, and there is nothing like spending an evening playing dress up and interacting with other creatives to get things back on track.
  • Going apple picking – it was muddy, and I quickly discovered that flip flops are a poor choice in footwear, but the orchard was beautiful and I felt so amazingly proud later when I made apple butter from apples I had hand picked.
  • Getting my braces off – After 3+ years, I am so happy have them gone. No more cutting the inside of my mouth, no more tiny rubber bands littering the inside of my purse, and no more spending 20 minutes after I eat pulling things out of my braces. And I can have granola again.


  • Taking a silk dying class – silk dying is something I’ve always be curious about. There are some truly spectacular techniques out there and while this class was for basic beginners, it was enough to make me want to take more advanced courses and maybe invest in some supplies of my own.
  • Dying my hair pink – now this one is a little sneaky sneaky. I work for a fairly conservative company, and while they are “okay” with my piercings and tattoos that is pretty much where the indulgence in my alternative wardrobe choices ends. So I have been slowly transitioning my hair color from a natural-ish red to fuchsia. We are three months into the process now and things are definitely on the more pink end of the spectrum and no one has really caught on.


  • Discovering the miracle of acupuncture – after all of my health issues earlier this year, I was desperate to find something that would allow me to resume some semblance of a “normal” life. The addition of acupuncture to my weekly routine has been a huge help getting things back on track.
  • Quality time with my mom – I was lucky enough to have my mom come and stay with me for several longer visits this year. Since I live in the “big city”, I like to introduce my mom to things she doesn’t usually encounter in the mountains of NC. This year we added a hibachi restaurant, gel manicures, and spa facials to her list of “first tries”. It’s almost more fun than trying something new myself.



Getting Ready for Christmas

Sometimes it seems like the weeks leading up to Christmas are actually more fun than the day itself. There is always so much to do to “get ready” gifts to be bought, lights to be strung, cookies to be baked – not to mention all of the pre-celebrating that there is to do as well. This year my mom has been in town since Thanksgiving, so we have been indulging daily in holiday themed activities and shenanigans. Here are a few of the moments I actually remembered to take pictures of.

Waiting in line at Grassroots coffee to get our first cup of holiday hot chocolate, my mom took it one step even further and added a shot of peppermint. C10
That’s right I am wearing flip flops; we Floridians are donning our holiday sweaters with flip flops as the thermostat hovers in the high seventies.C9
Not my car, but my mom used it to bring up yet again that she thinks I need to add something festive to my auto décor. Reindeer antlers perhaps, maybe a strand of lights in the back window. Sorry, mom – the answer is still no.C7Craft day! I had a few friends, over and we laughed, singed ourselves with glue gun, and created some pretty snazzy vases and sleighs made from candy and ribbon.C8
My sweet old man sleeping peacefully under the tree; he may be grumpy and needy, but I love him so very muchC5 C4
My mom wove faux poinsettias around the cats’ wicker basket, and it is now the place to sleep and look haughty.C6
The Christmas tree, the greatest cat toy ever. We now have two water bottles sitting on the coffee table to keep the tree maiming to a minimum.C1Not everyone is as excited about Christmas as I am. Oliver is quite over all the fun toys he isn’t allowed to play with, the rearranging of his furniture, and mommy doing things that aren’t scratching his ears or snuggling him. He has taken to sitting in the middle of whatever I am working on and glaring at me. It’s really cute.

I Bought Fake Boobs, and I Liked It

Before you get too excited, I should clarify – I did not get surgery; my new enhanced assets are the result of the  Victoria Secret Bombshell. As many of you who read this blog regularly know, I have had to make some serious lifestyle changes for my health this year. A fringe benefit from the new diet guidelines and the daily stretching exercises is that I have lost some weight. Unfortunately, my body decided that my breasts were the first thing to go. I’ve never been what you would call “busty”, but I was a pretty solid C. Now not only am I much smaller, I am noticeably uneven.

It’s vain to let something like cup size dictate how you feel about yourself, but honestly, the whole situation left me feeling embarrassed and decidedly unfeminine. I was shopping for an event a few months ago, and I found the perfect ensemble. The only issue was that I was no where close to filling out the top. After some back and forth-ing over whether to purchase the garment, I decided that I couldn’t pass it up, and I’d just figure out a way to get bigger boobs. After some online research,  I ended up at Victoria Secret because their Bombshell bra promised to make you look 2 cup sizes fuller.


I started my store visit off by talking to one of the sales associates; I told her about my problem and what I wanted. She helped me find not only the bra I had come in for, but a few other styles that I might like. My husband had come with me for moral support, and he assured me that, while I was noticeably larger, it wasn’t in a way that looked unnatural.

I decided to wear my new bra for a full day the week before the event, just to make sure that it was comfortable, and I loved it! My clothes fit better, my waist looked smaller, and my confidence was much higher than it had been in a while. I have since purchased an additional Bombshell (I went for a basic black since my first one was a nude), and I am probably going to buy more so I don’t have to do laundry as often. As far as I am concerned, the expense is worth every penny.

Side Note: This post is in now way supposed to posit that a woman’s worth or feeling about her self should be dictated by chest size. This is my personal journey and my feeling on a product that I never knew I “needed”. I have not received any compensation for this post.


All images from Victoria Secret.

5 Things You Might Not Know About Me

It’s that time again, here are 5 random facts that you might not know about me. A couple of months ago, it occurred to me that as my readership grows, a lot of you haven’t had a chance to meet me, so I decided to put a little more of myself into the blog. Now its time for round two; as a bonus I dug up some old photos from college. Enjoy!


  • I was born at 3:22 am on March 22. If that isn’t cool enough, my mom’s watch stopped at the exact moment I was born. She still has it in her jewelry box, and it still reads 3:22. I feel like such an auspicious beginning should have come with special powers or magic of some sort, but almost 30 years in and I still can’t levitate a pencil or fly. Lame.
  • I am terrified of spiders. I can’t stand to see them or be near them or their webs. I was driving home from college one summer, and I felt something tickle my arm. I thought it was a mosquito or something, so I slapped my arm and squashed this HUGE spider. It was dead, but I had arachnid guts on my arm and gross twitching spider legs in my cup holder. I managed to keep it somewhat together, but I sobbed hysterically the remaining 20 minutes of the trip and made my mom meet me outside our house with paper towel in hand so she could wipe my arm and remove the spider remains. Completely irrational, but I can’t seem to do anything about it.


  • I have a brown thumb. I love plants, and I dream of having a kitchen windowsill bursting with luscious stalks of fresh herbs, but the only plants that I manage to keep alive are the ones that you only water once every few months. I am still a lot better than Andy though; he can kill a plant just by holding it or looking at it too long.
  • When my mom was pregnant with me, she thought I was going to be a boy. The doctor, nurses and ultra sound pictures all said “girl”, but she was positive the they were wrong. Her first born was going to be a boy. She got over it pretty quickly once I was born, and there was without a doubt I was a girl. I mean, tons of frilly baby clothes, does it get any better?

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  • I was a very prissy girl when I was younger. I loved gloves and hats and shoes and pretty flouncy dresses. I wanted wear all of the pretty things and look like a princess every single day. It was so bad that I would cry if my parents made me wear jeans or overalls. There was even one occasion, when I was supposed to go to work with my dad who is an airplane mechanic, where my denim induced temper-tantrum was so bad I was threatened with jeans for a week if I didn’t stop crying and get dressed. Now days 80% of the time, I am in jeans or yoga pants.

I hope you guys enjoyed this post, or at the very least found it amusing. If you missed the first installment of this series, you can find it here.